It was his subconscious which told him this - that infuriating part of a person's brain which never responds to interrogation, merely gives little meaningful nudges and then sits humming quietly to itself, saying nothing.

The idea was fantastically, wildly improbable. But like most fantastically, wildly improbable ideas it was at least as worthy of consideration as a more mundane one to which the facts had been strenuously bent to fit.

One always overcompensates for disabilities. I'm thinking of having my entire body surgically removed.

If everyone knew exactly what I was going to say, then there would be no point in my saying it, would there?

A computer chatted to itself in alarm as it noticed an airlock open and close itself for no apparent reason. This was because Reason was in fact out to lunch.

Who is this god person anyway?

42 is a nice number that you can take home and introduce to your family.